Basically, gold potatoes are produced under the two seedlings, and a basket can be filled.

Soon a group of people rushed over, threw the empty baskets and sent the full ones to the weighing scale.

Zhu Yunmo also became restless and ran over to talk to him in person.

Anyone who digs a huge golden potato will exclaim, and those who have been tying there will continue to report their numbers.

"It's three stones!"

With this shout, the people watching the farms widened their eyes. Such a large greenhouse had two acres of land, and only after digging it would produce three stones. This was simply amazing.

Zhou Heng did not move. Looking at the busy figures of these people, this joy made him feel a little relieved. If potatoes can be successfully planted, at least many people will not be hungry. This period is just right, so that it will not delay the sowing in Tongzhou.

As time goes by, more and more people gather there, because from three stones to nineteen stones, what does this mean? Ordinary acre of land and three stones of grain are considered high-quality fertile land.

Everyone seemed to be afraid of remembering the numbers wrongly, so they followed them to count.

Liu Renli walked to Zhou Heng. Although he was excited, he looked at Zhou Heng with even more worry.

"Second brother, don't you really need to go to the palace to report?"

Zhou Heng shook his head, "When your place is about to produce in autumn, you will report it. This is an experiment. No one knows how the harvest is. Besides, this is the output of the warm-house, which is incomparable to the earth. Even if these are planted in Beishan Villa, it is still the warm-house seedlings, and I don't count them."

Liu Renli thought about it and felt that Zhou Heng was right. Now he hurriedly said it, but it was not good. It would be better for Zhou Heng and his friends to offer some gold potatoes and corn to the emperor after they knew about it, and then they would report it uniformly until the mass production in Tongzhou was reported.

"Okay, but you need to find a suitable opportunity to let these things happen in the palace often, so that we can lay the groundwork for future reports."

Zhou Heng nodded with a smile, Liu Renli was not stupid.

"I thought the same as my elder brother, and the Queen Mother will come to watch the first performance of "Peach Blossom Fan". At that time, we will have a farmhouse banquet. I think the effect is better."

Before Liu Renli could say anything else, Zhu Yunmo rushed to report the numbers this time.

"Twenty-five stones!"

With this shout, Liu Renli's feet slipped and almost fell down. Zhou Heng held Liu Renli with a hand. He patted his chest, turned around excitedly, and ran towards Zhu Yunmo.

Zhou Heng shook his head. Liu Renli, who was the most calm now, was not calm either. However, seeing that some were still confiscated, Zhou Heng walked to the middle of the ground and opened the soil deep on the ground. Many eggs or quail egg-sized potatoes were still left.

He stood up and waved his hand to the person behind him, "Come on a few more people, use the rake to rake the side, there are also small gold potatoes here, you don't have to send them to weigh them, we will cook them in a while."

Without hello in an instant, more than a dozen or a half-year-old children started to dig hard with rakes, which caused many adults to laugh.

The potatoes here are coming to an end. The last basket is sent over. Zhu Yunmo and Liu Renli count them again, glance at each other, and shouted together:

"Thirty-three stones!"

Many people in the farm were laughing and crying. You should know that they also planted this on the ground. Even if the yield is not as high as here, they can still share half of it. What is that amount? Wouldn’t you have to pick up money for nothing this year?

Old Man Yang was the first to walk to Zhu Yunmo tremble and kneel down at Zhu Yunmo.

"Thanks to the prince and the young master for opening our old people. These golden potatoes are really made of gold. The yield of acre of land is so high. It's really not in vain to see them in your lifetime!"

Zhu Yunmo quickly walked over and reached out to help Uncle Yang up. Uncle Yang made an indelible contribution to the people in the village who cooperated so well.

"My uncle, I agreed not to kneel down casually. Don't sigh that your land can be collected in the past few days. I just discussed with Zhou Heng. According to the output of your households, we will discount half of all the harvest to you.

In this way, we can raise more seeds, and then take them back, let Laifu grow seedlings uniformly, and then spread the seeds that have been soaked in medicine for you. Let's plant them on the spot. How about it?"

Unexpectedly, Old Man Yang quickly stood up and waved his hand at Zhu Yunmo, looking panicked.

"The prince is not allowed. No matter how much the output is, we don't have to give us money. We didn't do anything, we just helped transplant seedlings. The management is taken by the manager Lai Fu, and I feel guilty about this money!"

Zhu Yunmo waved his hand, "I must give this money to you, but I only give you the management fee, don't worry."

Mr. Yang seemed to be refusing, and Zhu Yunmo waved his hand.

"Don't think too much. Today I will take you to harvest. There are a few greenhouses left, including corn and gold potatoes. We will harvest them all today. Let's do it."

After Zhu Yunmo said this, he was ready to go. Old Mr. Yang quickly divided the personnel into groups and followed the people who came to Fu to start harvesting one by one.

The men were all assigned to collect gold and potatoes, and the women carried baskets and followed Lai Fu. They walked towards the second greenhouse, which was corn. They briefly talked about how to harvest them, and they all quickly got into the cornfield.

The half-aged child followed a group of men and the men took out gold potatoes. They picked up the remaining small gold potatoes from behind and kept busy until the evening when the labor here was basically completed.

The corn harvest is more than potatoes, but Zhu Yunmo knew that this had corn cobs, so it made people overweight. This one needed to be dried before the particles could be rubbed.

Zhu Yunmo wiped his sweat and looked around. He hadn't seen Zhou Heng for an afternoon. He thought to himself that Zhou Heng could not do such a job, so he must have been lazy.

Seeing Achang passing by, he raised his hand to stop him.

"Achang, have you seen your master?"

Achang grabbed his head and looked at the place where there was a fire. From time to time, a burst of white smoke floated. He sniffed hard and could smell some of the charcoal fire.

"Prince, look, where does the master bring people to make food? It is said that the newly-laid golden potatoes and corn are the most tender, and it is best to eat when roasted."

Zhu Yunmo instantly turned black. This thing was to be sent to Tongzhou for seeds. If it was eaten, then what was the seeds? He threw away the sweat towel in his palm and walked quickly towards Zhou Heng.

When they came closer, they were confused when they saw them. At some point, Zhou Heng made some iron buckets that were split in half and placed them horizontally on a shelf, filled with charcoal, which burned red.

There is a wire-woven grill on it, and there are strings of golden potatoes on it, but the golden potatoes are the size of pigeon eggs. Some of the grills next to it are corn and some are mutton.

Zhu Yunmo quickly walked to Zhou Heng. He grabbed a few strings in his hand and carefully identified them on it. It turned out to be steamed bun slices. Zhou Heng grabbed the salt and various seasonings and kept sprinkling them on the steamed bun slices. It seemed that there was oil on the surface, and all the seasonings were stained on it. He couldn't help but drool when he smelled Zhu Yunmo.

“What food is this?”

Zhou Heng glanced at him, "Did the prince think I was lazy just now?"

Zhu Yunmo quickly shook his head, his head shaking like a rattle, widening his eyes for two points, and his voice became louder.

"Who said it? I knew that you felt most sorry for me. Seeing that we were tired of working, we were getting food for us in different ways. Tell me quickly, what kind of food is this? Why does it smell so fragrant? It seems like steamed buns are sliced?"

At this time, Zhou Heng's movements did not stop and he handed Zhu Yunmo a bun with a baked bun on the bamboo stick.

"You will know if you try it yourself."

As he said that, Zhou Heng also picked up a bun, and didn't have to let him go without letting go of Lai Fu on his side. He grabbed a bun on the grate and opened his mouth and bit it down.
Chapter completed!